, continue As we take from the old We lose, no gains-endtime cannot be changed These ruins lies before me, we still destroy it These ruins of the old
on, continue As we take from the old We lose, no gains-endtime cannot be changed These ruins lies before me, we still destroy it These ruins of the old
self away Just, just wait just pause for a second Let me plead my case It's the late 70's, huh You seventeen, huh And having me that will ruin everything
is empty, alone in the unknown We're getting nowhere We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain The sacred hall's empty and cold The sacrifice made
the Oak and its charm It's the Old Oak Hanging Tree It's the Old Oak Hanging Tree The Old Oak might make you blind The Old Oak might trick your eyes Hypnotized
I believe in clean breaks I keep the old troubles away But you're making sure I was lying when I said I can't leave this behind I need you to ruin me
war and the martyr's hands Blood shall spill and the ancient shall feast Upon the throne of the angel beast Poison seed shall grow beneath The ruins of
Pray for the days of glory Long gone the master plan Gone is the pride of independence Sacrificed like a lamb Here is the same old story Here where the
snowblow. && they just gimme head while the haters gimme promoooo! && man my dj shoulda won that. well listen && respect man the city owes us one bag. all these old
They just give me head while the haters give me promoooo And man my DJ shoulda won that but listen and respect man the city Owe us one back All these old
(Lyrics by Sabathan) The Night surrounds the landscape, from the distand hills rising high towards the sky, the dungeons of my ancient ruins. The midnight
light of my personal sacrifice In the shine from the ruins I testify Far more savage the spiritual vulture In the light of my personal sacrifice In the
bitches wanna snow blow They just give me head while the haters give me promo And man my DJ shoulda won that [? ] and respect man the city owe us one back All these old
The sky is empty Alone in the unknown We're getting nowhere We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain The sacred hall's empty and cold The sacrifice
virgin sacrifice Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod
believe in clean breaks, I keep the old troubles away But you're making sure I was lying when I said "I can leave, This behind" I need you to ruin
Oak and its charm It's the Old Oak Hanging Tree It's the Old Oak Hanging Tree The Old Oak might make you blind The Old Oak might trick your eyes Hypnotized
